I was trudging along, looking at my feet in my spiritual walk. The road was easy, but still my steps were slow. When the incline increased slightly, I took any excuse to sit down, my back to the goal. I pouted and found reason to complain. With my progress stilted, every problem seemed so huge. Gentle nudges may have forced me to standing again, but sometimes I didn’t even move to take a step forward. I just stayed in one place with slumped shoulders. It wasn’t even that my burden was heavy; it was laziness that caused me to slow.
“Fix your eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross.” Heb. 12:2
As I stood in one place, something happened that knocked me flat. It was a crisis. Not just an everyday problem, but something real. A baby who was supposed to be healthy was sick instead. Parents who should have been holding their precious new son were holding vigil beside a tiny hospital bed. My nephew was born and couldn’t breath well and suddenly I realized I had forgotten the goal. I was laid flat, but I lifted my head and saw the promise.
"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you." Deuteronomy 31:6
Because of this heavy burden, it was all I could do to crawl. And here I find myself on my knees. The goal is before me and I can see more clearly, even through my tears. My hands are bloody from dragging myself forward. And I long to walk on sturdy legs on the easy road I was traveling before. I wish I could have realized how easy it was before.
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Romans 15:13
My prayers are simple, but seem to be the hardest thing in the world; heal this baby completely, Lord. I want him living a carefree life, wearing out his parents, not with worry but with an exuberance for life.